I'm kind of scared of dumpster furniture if it has soft or hidden surfaces--like the interior of a cushion on a chair. I keep hearing all these horror stories about bedbugs.
You know, I said this in a comment, but I'll say it again: I did this for a while after I graduated (no more campus job, no new grownup job). I never got sick, I actually ate really well (waaaay too much rotisserie chicken, because the guy who worked in the deli would come out when he heard our car and start passing stuff out), and I probably ate more vegetables during my dumpster phase then I did before or after.
I got a job, I started shopping at the yuppie grocery, and I never looked back, because it's exhausting to come home at 3 a.m. with a car full of vegetables and have to cook them all right then because they're twelve hours from going bad. But you know what, I think some of the ill feeling in the comments is going back to the "why should they have free bread?" place, and every Panera's in this country throws away a hundred gallons of bread a day.
I am sick of stale Panera's for the rest of my life, incidentally.
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@purpleshoes: Hear, hear. It may not be for everybody, but it's hurting no one. I say kudos for being resourceful.
I've gone to some pretty amazing dumpster feasts at friends' houses. I never did the diving myself, but as long as everything was washed and clean, I had no problem.
What about groups such as Food Not Bombs? I don't see anything wrong with providing free food to those who need it, even if the food is someone else's waste.
Food is really the only thing I am always willing to splurge on. I would rather pay for a fresh piece of fruit than get a free dinged up one. That being said I wont let that fruit I paid for go to waste.
The first time I moved out, my dad found (really very cute) white armchair on his suburban street. I gladly accepted it, even though my mom made us put it in the garage, scrub it with soap (which I didn't mind and would have done anyway), and even after I had used it for a whole year with no problems, refused to allow me to bring it back into her house. I've been too influenced by reading a million newspaper stories about how bedbugs are back to do it again, but it was a good chair. And I'd totally take a table or wooden chair - anything that can be cleaned, really.
I live a stone's thrown away from a major college town, and the time is nearly upon us where everyone cleans out their decrepit houses and throw everything they don't want onto the curb. The sidewalks are filled with townies who stick around for the summer, collecting sneakers, mildew covered pillows, old magazines and discolored couches to drag into their own places. And mind you, the majority of these kids live in complete, rotting, uncaring filth.
I have a bone chilling fear of bedbugs, and said town is a hotbed of them. I get uncomfortable just watching kids pull blankets and old clothing out of the garbage to take home. I always donate gently worn clothing, old books, and unworn shoes so someone else can use them, but I'll never be able to pull things out of the trash. Never.
@TheExperience: yeah, there's a bedbug epidemic sweeping across the US right now -- which definitely puts a damper on my desire to freecycle couches and bedding, etc.
@RobertaFisk: In honesty, I'd probably give it a once over. But I've read so much about how bugs can hide in any porous materials, including wood, I'd be too afraid to bring it into the house. It's not that I'm above doing it, it's that I would be convinced for weeks that I had just infested my apartment.
I've gotten lots of stuff from the streets and loved it! Montreal is one of the best places for street furniture because nearly everybody moves on July 1st and you can furnish your whole house, and it's pretty awesome stuff. I'm not afraid to admit that I've done it before and will do it again if necessary.
I've also eaten dumpster food back in the day thanks to anarchist friends. There was this one bagel shop where I went to college that wrapped their bagels perfectly at the end of the day and placed them cleanly in the dumpster. The shop was located right next to the local hipster bar so everybody would get free bagels after their indie rock concerts.
Where I draw the line, and this is ten kinds of disgusting, is dumpster wine. My friend's roommates found about 20 litres of orange juice and fermented it until it turned to wine and it was apparently the most disgusting beverage ever.
This reminds me of David Sedaris' sister Tiffany, whom he wrote about in one of his books. He goes to visit her and in the cab, she's telling him all about her scavenging finds and one of them was a "perfectly good" frozen turkey. David was horrified, and she was all, "Who would intentionally fuck with a frozen turkey?" So then he asked her what did she do with it, and she says "What anyone would do with a frozen turkey. I cooked it and then I ate it."
When we lived in the city, this was the easiest way in the world to obtain or dispense with used durable goods. Anything usable was left in the alley behind the building, outside of the dumpster, and it was inevitably gone in minutes. We left a couch back there that we really had used up--it was thirdhand when we got it, and the support straps had broken irreparably--and it was snatched up by the time we got back upstairs. In fact, I think someone approached my mother while she was putting it out there; we were letting it go on move-out day. We also had a lot of dedicated can-recyclers; after we could afford it, I would leave my returnable bottles for those guys. I still obtain things this way from the dumpster area in our complex. Someone threw out a brand-new cooler that had developed mildew on the inside. A little bleach and it was good as new. I'd say I drew the line somewhere, but I haven't found it yet. My only real rule is that it has to be usable for us. I won't take anything just for the sake of rescuing it. And I don't really go looking. If I chance upon it, that's okay.
Really, though? I'd just like to see things become durable again. Planned obsolescence gives me hives.
I've never eaten food from the dumpster (once I saw an unopened bag of chips on the subway and ALMOST went for it, but then, thankfully, sanity punched me in the face), but my brothers have found fully functional televisions and xbox/playstations therein. When we lived on military bases, dumpster diving was not all that uncommon--families would be moving out and just throw away a lot of stuff that wasn't necessarily garbage, but that would put them over weight limit or they just didn't feel like moving. The rest of the neighborhood had the pick of it.
The saddest instances of dumpster diving that I know of are when people get physically evicted by the sheriff and their greedy neighbors pounce on all their stuff within minutes, even if the person is STANDING RIGHT THERE BY IT. My lawyer boss works primarily eviction suits, and he and his associates swear this always happens, though I haven't seen it with my own two eyes.
Once, Boyfriend and I were walking home from like getting ice cream or something, and there, leaned up against the wall behind a dumpster behind his building, was a glorious 4 X 6 foot canvas circa 1985 Glamor Shots print of a woman laying in a pool filled with red petals and wearing a man's watch and a weird crochet dress. I convinced him to rescue it and it has been hanging in his apartment since. This thing is glorious, you guys.
@morninggloria: I painted a picture of a zombie and it is hanging next to my bed. Even my desensitized ass gets terrified pretty much everytime I wake up in the middle of the night... I should move that thing. I should find a picture!
@morninggloria: A friend of my roommate's and mine who lives in dc and comes up and lets himself into our place occasionally brought us a gift like this once. One day this random scary velvet backed painting of what literally looks like a mob lynching showed up in our stairwell - creeped both of us out so badly we never said anything about it, even to one another. Then one weekend hes up and the three of us walk past said creepy painting and he bursts out laughing - we were like wha? and he explained that he had been making his way over from the bus stop late one night and couldnt resist it so he brought it home. It was an amusing mystery - Im pretty sure its getting wrapped up and given to him for a wedding gift :)
Every time I virtuously think of making my way on hand-me-downs, tossed-asides and castoffs...I walk by a Chipotle...and all my altruism evaporates like the aerosol in a free can of shaving cream.
@Miss Smith Drank Your Vodka: Well, now, that's just unhygienic. Most freegans reclaim food that hasn't been partially consumed and is probably still in its original packaging.
I heard these 2 on the radio a couple of days ago. The only issue I had with it was that their scavenging is a full time job. A person that works all day does not have the time to scavenge everything they need. It also has a lot to do with where you live, too.
@CissyPants: Yes, but people who devote a lot of time to it save so much that they don't have to work as much to support themselves. It is a job, but in earnings as well as in time and effort.
@CissyPants: Berkeley seriously is a scavenger's dream. I scored SO MUCH cool stuff from free boxes and back alleys. Other places? Where it rains/freezes more and people aren't half so generous or rich? Not so much.
I wonder if aging, unemployed professional scavengers are allowed to deposit shaving cream samples & used blue jeans in their retirement accounts or pay off any emergency medical bills with discarded footstools.
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I got a job, I started shopping at the yuppie grocery, and I never looked back, because it's exhausting to come home at 3 a.m. with a car full of vegetables and have to cook them all right then because they're twelve hours from going bad. But you know what, I think some of the ill feeling in the comments is going back to the "why should they have free bread?" place, and every Panera's in this country throws away a hundred gallons of bread a day.
I am sick of stale Panera's for the rest of my life, incidentally.
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I've gone to some pretty amazing dumpster feasts at friends' houses. I never did the diving myself, but as long as everything was washed and clean, I had no problem.
What about groups such as Food Not Bombs? I don't see anything wrong with providing free food to those who need it, even if the food is someone else's waste.
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I have a bone chilling fear of bedbugs, and said town is a hotbed of them. I get uncomfortable just watching kids pull blankets and old clothing out of the garbage to take home. I always donate gently worn clothing, old books, and unworn shoes so someone else can use them, but I'll never be able to pull things out of the trash. Never.
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I've also eaten dumpster food back in the day thanks to anarchist friends. There was this one bagel shop where I went to college that wrapped their bagels perfectly at the end of the day and placed them cleanly in the dumpster. The shop was located right next to the local hipster bar so everybody would get free bagels after their indie rock concerts.
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Really, though? I'd just like to see things become durable again. Planned obsolescence gives me hives.
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The saddest instances of dumpster diving that I know of are when people get physically evicted by the sheriff and their greedy neighbors pounce on all their stuff within minutes, even if the person is STANDING RIGHT THERE BY IT. My lawyer boss works primarily eviction suits, and he and his associates swear this always happens, though I haven't seen it with my own two eyes.
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EXACTLY!@
ALSO, anyone remember the short-lived show Undeclared?
Boy working in the kitchen would eat the scraps off of his fellow students' plates ... until he contracted something from such. EQWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
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